That was the thought that finally brought tears to my eyes, and they were not unhappy tears.

Afterward Mabel asked if we could stop for hot chocolate.

I agreed, and she started telling Elena an increasingly improbable story about Bunny becoming principal of the preschool.

Dad laughed so loudly that people at the next table turned to look.

When we reached home, Mabel fell asleep against my shoulder, much too heavy to carry the way I once had.

I woke her gently and she walked upstairs holding my hand.